Sonder n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

What happened to Friday?

I was a fairly good girl on Thursday and came home in a fairly good time, which was good since I had work Friday morning. Still, I might have been a tad tired because I forgot half of my lunch at home (pasta in white sauce with meatballs without the meatballs aren’t that great) so you wont get a picture of it. Still I had so much fun at work that it was real hard to drag myself out of there to go to class.

Then I was supposed to go straight home from class and chill, since me and Miss T had plans for Saturday night, which you who follow my twitter might have noticed. It was just that after a long hard week, finished of by a genus discussion on the Friday afternoon my body and soul was craving a nice glass of red wine. That glass might have ended up being two, and then I might have tagged along to one of my classmates afterworks. But then I was really going home to my couch and do nothing.

I was on my couch doing nothing, I had my sweatpants on and was knitting when someone might have talked me into leaving that couch and changing out of those sweatpants. It might have happened that I biked over to one of my classmates place to do even more socializing, that might have happened.

At least, when those classmates went out to some place I went home! That happened for real!

(think I should watch that speech of mine now, so I can write how great I did, send it of and hit bed, long day at work tomorrow)